"Dear God, not another war..."
Niall was silently eating some cold soup in the servants' room. He was seated alone at a simple wooden table, while everyone else was gathered around the radio, listening in closely, and nervously.
"God, I wish," said one of the maids. "That would send that awful young master away! He's more of a p*****t than his father is!"
"Careful what you say, girl."
"What? Young Master Niall is on our side, right Young Master?" she said, flashing him a wink. "He'd never tell them."
"I'm not talking about Master Niall, you foolish girl," said the cook lady. "The Madam's going madder every day. Clark said he found her wandering barefoot in the garden at three in the morning, the other night! That poor chick's lost it."
"What poor chick? She's as awful as the rest o
